Melt

Darkened blemishes blemishing my seed,
and that instant, without need,
I was to be assumed to contain greed.
Scintillating raindrops drizzle on rusted shingles,
but a stare into my dusted wrinkles,
and thus it shall mingle.
Undervalue my pride for a misery I could not hide,
even the calmest of seas has the wildest of tides.

Is the melt of my face that which you succumb to fear,
or a sliver of a shiver that my presence is near?
Even the wealthiest of man has a risk to take,
even the guiltiest of man deserves to be judged awake.

The simplest of words are always the sharpest of knives,
the tamest of bees resides in the busiest of hives.
Swallowing my pride will never be a punctuation,
at the end of a full sentence's revolution.

I may be sheltered by a shell of malevolence,
but inside my heart lies a soul of benevolence.
Thou shan't judge a book by a glimpse of its cover,
thou shan't judge a person by the scent of his flower.